College...a place of extremes??..(my 3rd post in 12 hours....im on a roll baby!!)

Right now, im jus lyin down on my bed, starin at my roommates do CAED. Jeez! A bunch of serious souls they are. They chat about chemistry practical tests and argue on differential equations in their free time. To them, any person who bunks classes jus cos he doesnt-feel-like attending-'em is a retard. I actually feel pretty sorry for them. They're like horses harnessed to a cart; complete with the sideblinds and all. All they see is the road ahead of them. I remember a cool guy who said that while travelling, its the journey, not the destination that counts. Apparantly the cool guy and my homeboys havent introduced themselves to each other lol. I mean, for these people, the popularity level of a person is directly propotional to the grades he scores in his exams. Oh!..you flunked a subject? "thou art exiled from the confines of our social circle until thee regain thy honour at the forthcoming test". Its like they live in their own small social bubble where L' Hospital's rule and special intrgrals are as much a part of their daily life as a conditioning shampoo or fragrant soap. And on the other hand, we have people who are the least bothered about whats happening in their academic life. They'd choose facebook over chemistry anyday. For them, studying hours are a pain in the backside and finding out new innovative excuses for skipping it is equivalent to research at PHd. Books are their mortal enemies, and the only reason a laptop is made for is playing NFS hot pursuit. Its kinda cool to watch these people live side by side in one classroom. its like matter and anti-matter in a vitamin capsule. How do these beings co-exist within fifteen metres of each other is extremely surprising. Gautama Buddha...thou art a genius....

I had a nightmare...

"So what?? All of us have nightmares". Yes, I have nightmares all the time. But the one i got was in such excruciating detail, it just HAD to mean something. I did some reading on oneirology, and it turns out, the dreams we have are simple imaginative representations of whats happening with us and how we feel in our real life. (You will not believe how much info wikipedia has on this). So like any dream, i have no idea of how it started. But i remember waking up (in the nightmare), my hair was cut short in a very crude choppy way. (The horror!). A letter on my pillow, signed by my dad which said that he gave some work to the sissors when i was asleep. I went out of my room and stumbled down a flight of stairs (our house was two storeyed?). The kitchen faucet was running and the house seemed to be empty. I tried to shut the tap. The handle kept turning but the water wouldnt stop. I went outside. The whole neighbourhood was empty. "Weird huh?" someone said. When i turned to see who that was, and at the living room table, i saw me. i mean ME, older, but i knew it was me. He had a french beard, shoulder length hair, awesome physique and a knife through his heart (wait..what??) He stopped sipping his coffee, got up and said "You gotta think quick or thats how it'll be" and looked behind me i followed his eyes and i was face to face with a wooden board. "i dont underst-" I looked back. I was trapped in a box, which was slowly shrinking. "Time's running out bro" he told. I screamed to be let out. The box just squeezed harder on me. Claustrophobia kicked in and with a jerk, i woke up. heart racing. (It seems pretty stupid now. But isnt it always that way??) Strangely though. The more i think of it, the more realistic it seems. Even after a day, i think i still feel the wooden box clamping down on my chest....

Kingfisher Airlines: Awesomeness lost??

The name itself used to signify the epitome of luxury flying once upon a time. Rumored to be a gift for siddharth mallya on his 18th birthday, Kingfisher Airlines set the standard for indian air carriers once upon a time. Passengers were treated to In-flight-entertainment-systems, gourmet cuisine and pouches filled with goodies. Heck!, kids used to get model airplanes too. There was no executive and economy class at the beginning; only "Kingfisher Class" as Vijay Mallya described it. There was a sense of pride in anyone who had Kingfisher Airlines' logo, be it on his luggage or his identity card. Even though it didnt make any profits, it maintained a reputation as 'The King Of Good Times'. The introduction of 'Kingfisher Red' was a bad-bad idea. There is this typical indian mentality: When one company offers you two options, 1) the original costly version, and 2) the new cheaper one, people opt for the latter. And as the demand for low-cost carries started to increase, kingfisher was forced to slash its rates for air travel. Reduced food quality, no goodie bags, and irregular flight routines were the effects of its heavy cost cutting. Competition from other low cost carriers like spicejet and indigo was slowly eating away at its strength. And from mid-december 2011, Kingfisher Airlines started snapping. The general public started losing trust because of its frequent flight cancellations which in-turn led to drastic losses in revenue. Employees stopped getting payed, its accounts frozen over non-payment of taxes, and now, after all this, people aint even sure if Kingfisher Airlines will continue flying. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, how long will it take for the giant to get up? WILL it ever get up? Is the decision goin to be left to fate? or a better management?? Im very eager to find out....

Rat races and monotony

Funny world this...once you complete ninth grade, you're automatically enrolled for start-working-for-the-future club..."study hard right now so that you can relax later" they say...after tenth comes the next-big-step...the twelfth grade. prepare for your boards AND for the university entrance exams...six to seven hours of school plus three to four hours of coaching...and at the end of the day you dont just sleep...you pass out. one year of this..for what joy?..common trend among indian parents.."engineering padho" (roughly translates to "take up engineering")..slog here again for four years enduring an endless streak of assignments, tests, projects and examinations...no no no...i'm not done yet...after that comes the post grad, then the hunt for a stable job, start earning, then most probably start a family, keep it together, kids, school fees and the cycle starts all over again...GODDAMN!!..even on a day to day scale every-freakin-thing is clockworkish...wake up, breakfast, college (may be office or school or whatever for you), lunch, more college, home, dinner, sleep...i'm so caught up in this mess that i hardly take out any time for myself...whats the point of it all when you're livin each day for someone else?...there's no satisfaction that way...and each day you go to bed feeling that the day was--kind of incomplete..it takes out the excitement every morning..i wake up, not thinking about what i WILL do today; but thinking about what i WILL HAVE to do..you cannot decide your own timetable..instead you are MADE to follow the order in which you have to work...you cease to be a human..instead you end up feeling controlled like a robot..i mean seriously...try this...stop whatever you're doin right now, and think about what you've done today...was it anything different than what you've done yesterday..(yea..i know a few smartasses who would be like "yesterday i did math and today i listened to songs...putting the shotgun aside....thats not what i'm talkin about...) stuff's become hopelessly monotonous for me...routine has taken over to the extent of me getting cenophobic...for a person who enjoys stuff like daydreaming, doodling and even looking at the road as cars go by, the lack of oppurtunity to do so is slowly drivin me crazy...i guess this is how all sociopaths start...i just hope i dont bec-...oh great big bang theory season 3 finished downloading...i feel better now...:P :P

RANDOM: A page from my memo...dated 18 Nov 2011...one of my favs

"Our college is hosting a conference on nanotech and biosciences..wats that got to do with me?.well, after i got to know that the anchor's post was vacant, i applied for it..it wasnt easy..not after wat happened to me the last time i went on stage...it was our freshers day at presidency..and i volunteered as the emcee.. writing the script and the practicing at the rehearsal sessions didnt take much time..twas a cakewalk..my co host was pretty gud at this hosting thing...maybe it was cos she had experience...anyway...it so happened that i had to be alone on the stage for about 5 minutes during which i would welcome and introduce the princi, vice princi, chairman, and whoever was there at the judges table..i was standing at the wings, script in hand, pretty confident that i would go on the stage and give a gud show..i still remember the pangs of nervous energy increasing with every step..the walk to the stage seemed to last for eternity..i could see and feel everything at a whole new level..i mean..details which i would have never observed stood out prominently..the stray thread at the button of my blazer, the sweat on my brow, a patch of dirt on my shoe lace in addition to my own breathing and heartbeat..the moment i got on to the stage, the whole quadrangle went quiet..i could FEEL 1300 pairs of eyes fixed on me as i prepared myself to speak..my mouth went dry as i searched for words..my knees felt weak and my hands started trembling.."what is happenin to me??! I aint supposed to have stage fright" i thought.somewhere, a guy whistled..i had no track of time..i was told that i did mess a few things up..like the princi's name, order of performances..the chiefguest's welcome and other stuff...lets see what happens today...*fingers crossed*..!"